Kindle Unlimited

Blurb

Neil Watkins isn’t too surprised to receive an invitation to
Rob Asher and Ben Rockingham’s wedding. After all, he’s been best friends with Ben’s son
Kyle for several years. But he is excited to be invited to join them on the honeymoon – a
party for a select group of family and friends on an all-expense paid Mediterranean cruise.
He’s hesitant at first, but Kyle convinces him to go. Well, his own love life sucks at the
moment. Maybe he’ll have better luck in the Med.

When he receives an invitation to their wedding and
honeymoon party, Matthew Palmer balks at the idea of joining Rob and Ben on their
honeymoon cruise. The master jeweler, a friend to both men, thinks the offer is way too
generous, but Rob’s best friend Samantha persuades him to rethink his decision. His last
relationship really knocked him for a loop, and maybe Sam was right and he should think
about himself for a change

When Neil and Matthew meet, unexpected and undeniable
sparks fly. Has their luck finally changed? Can this really be their second chance at love in the
Mediterranean?

Excerpt

As he approached the
hostess at the doorway to the bistro, she looked up at him and said, “Good morning, sir. Are you dining alone this
morning?”

“Yes,
plea—“ he paused, catching a
glimpse of Matthew sitting alone at a table near the window. “Excuse me,”
he said. “That gentleman is part of the group I’m traveling with. Let me ask if I can join
him.”

“Certainly
sir.”

He strode to the table, hoping he wasn’t making a fool of himself by
intruding on Matthew’s
breakfast.

“Good
morning, Matthew. Would it be okay if I joined you. Um, that is, um, if you’re not expecting
anyone.” Dammit, I sound like
an idiot. Don’t be nervous. He’s just a friend.

“Oh hi,
Neil” Matthew sounded
genuinely pleased to see him. “No, I’m not expecting
anyone and you can certainly join me if you’d like.”

“Thanks.” As Neil sat down,
the hostess came over and handed him a menu.

“Enjoy your
breakfast, gentlemen.”

“Did you sleep
okay?” Neil asked, trying to start
a conversation and not sound like he was daft.

“Yeah, I
did” Matthew replied.
“I love the water and
find the sound of it very soothing. I left the balcony door open when I was getting ready for
bed last night and that helped relax me after a very exciting day yesterday.” He paused to sip his coffee. “What about you?”

“I did, too,
actually,” Neil said. “That surprised me a bit since I often
have trouble sleeping in a new place. Even though the seas are quite calm, I could feel a
gentle rocking once I went to bed. I think that, combined with the alcohol we consumed at
dinner, helped put me to sleep quicker than usual.”

Matthew chuckled. “Yeah, I drank more than I normally do
yesterday. I’m gonna
need to behave myself on this trip.”

A waiter approached carrying a carafe and asked Neil
if he wanted coffee.

“Yes,
please,” he replied.

“Are you ready to order?” The waiter asked.

“I’d like the fresh fruit with
yogurt,” Matthew said.
“And some wheat
toast, please. Do you have any peanut butter?”

“Yes sir, we
do. I’ll bring some with
your toast.”

“A man after
my own heart,” Neil said with a
laugh. “I love peanut
butter. I’ll have the
same for breakfast, please.”

“Certainly sir.
I’ll be back shortly with
your orders.”

“It’s so nice to find
a fellow peanut butter lover,” Matthew said.

“I have a
confession,” Neil said, blushing a
little. “I may have
packed some single-serve containers in my checked luggage. But I completely forgot to bring
one with me this morning.”

“That’s
hilarious,” Matthew
chuckled. “And I wish I had thought of it.”

“Well, at least
they have some on board. And if they happen to run out before the end of the cruise,
I’ll share my stash with
you.”

“Deal.”

The waiter returned a few minutes later with their
breakfast, refilled both coffee cups, and departed.

“Do you have
any plans for today?” Neil asked,
as he smeared peanut butter onto one of the toast slices.

“I was
thinking of walking around a bit and maybe figure out where things are.” Matthew answered. “I still can’t believe we’re on a cruise ship. I mean, everything is so large.
It’s nothing like I
expected.”

“I know
exactly what you mean. I looked at some photos on the cruise line’s website and watched a
video, but it’s still so
much more than I expected.”

Neil sipped his coffee and continued. “I was planning on exploring a bit,
too. Maybe we could check things out together? Might keep us from getting too
lost.”

“That’s a great
idea,” Matthew effused.
“I gotta admit, it
seemed a bit overwhelming to try and discover things all on my own.”

“If you
remember correctly, before we left on this trip, we cruise virgins agreed to stick
together,” Neil smiled brightly.
“We’ve got this.”

The thought of spending at least part of the day with
Matthew made everything seem a bit brighter.

About the Author

R.J. Peterson is a retired
graphic designer. He is an avid reader, preferably while sipping a vodka martini or bourbon
on the rocks. He’s had a long and varied career, including library page, car wash attendant,
travel agent, and graphic designer in the marijuana industry. He also worked in banking for
twenty-five years. He loves to travel and has been on 50+ cruises. When not on a cruise, he
and his husband live in New England.

He didn’t grow up thinking
he’d be a writer. That was never on his radar. Then a fateful day in January, 2021 changed it
all. He woke with a story stuck in his head and started typing. The more he types, the more
ideas he gets.

His debut novel, Love On The
Horizon, was published in May 2021.

Social Media Links

Blog/Website |
Facebook | Newsletter Sign-
up

RELEASE BLITZ: “Melody of the Snow” by Blake Allwood.

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 13, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Melody of
the Snow

Author and Publisher: Blake
Allwood

Cover Artist: Samrat
Acharjee

Release Date: November 16,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Opposites attract, instalove, hurt/comfort

Themes: self-discovery, new beginnings

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 72 850 words/350
pages

It is a standalone
story in the Melody Series and does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Instagram | Newsletter Sign-
up

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

Family inheritance or his
own passion… Can he have both?

Blurb

Hunter’s life is turned upside down when he’s forced to
leave his ‘job of a lifetime’. When chance tosses him into the path of a very talented, and
handsome young nurse, his life takes on a new direction he never could’ve
anticipated.

Cam’s focus had shifted from pursuing his musical
passion to nursing. But a one-night stand quickly changes into so much more, especially
when that one-night stand ends up helping to run his late grandmother’s
resort.

Career changes, inheritances, and a greedy
corporation all make it seem impossible for these two men to make it. But, on the slopes of
Colorado, they might just find love in the melody of the snow.

Excerpt

I walked into the bar and immediately laid eyes on one of the
most handsome men I’d ever seen. He was tall, though several inches shorter than me, and
had that slim swimmer’s build that made me thirst to touch him. The fact that I caught him
checking me out made me smile. Maybe tonight was showing promise after all.

I was about to walk over to him when the drag queen onstage
began taunting him. After others joined in on it, he climbed onto the stage and started
singing.

At first, I thought he had to be lip-syncing, because no way did
someone randomly sing that well.

Of course, the more I watched from my vantage point, a head
taller than most people at the bar, I realized it was actually his voice.

I sat and listened, mesmerized, as he ran through a full set of
songs. He was about to leave the stage when the crowd demanded more, and during the
pause in performing, I had enough sense to pull my phone out and record his final song.

As he began to sing Queen’s “Somebody to Love,” I
felt my heart beat a little quicker. I wanted to be his somebody to love. No, fuck that,
no. I needed to find somebody for the night, somebody to get my rocks off with, that
was it. Once I started working for my aunt, my next opportunity to get away would be… well,
probably too long to even think about.

I made my way toward the stage the moment he began the
final bars of the song, recording him on my phone as I went. I wanted to be the first person
he ran into as he came offstage, because I wanted him with all I had in me, especially after
hearing his sultry singing voice.

The energy between us sparked, and it only took him a
moment to agree to a hookup. When he snapped my picture and texted it to his friend, it
made me like him that much more.

As a deputy, how often had I advised college kids to do that
very thing? “Let someone know who you’re leaving with,” I’d imparted dozens of times. Even
in our small town, several lives could’ve been spared if the kids had abided by that simple
rule.

By the time he returned, I was beginning to salivate at the
thought of having this sexy man’s body wrapped around mine.

I wasn’t one for physical affection outside the bedroom, but
when he took my hand as we drove my rental to the hotel, I didn’t pull away. This guy felt
different, like more than just a quick fuck, although that’s all it could possibly be.

Soon I would be headed for the mountains, miles away from
Denver, in the height of winter. At best, I’d only get back here in the spring. More likely,
though, my aunt would have me working so many hours I’d be lucky to see Denver next
summer.

This was a one-night stand, but damn, I was going to enjoy
every minute.

About the Author

Blake Allwood was born in
west TN, then moved to Kansas City MO after attending college in Lamoni, Iowa. He met his
husband in 1995 and they officially married in 2015, once gay marriage was legalized. In
2017, he and his husband sold their home, purchased an RV and began traveling the country
with their two dogs. Their travels provide the inspiration and settings for many of his
novels.

Typically, Blake can be found relaxing in the RV or
by the fire with his laptop and their Jack Russell Terrier, Buddy, curled up between his legs
demanding attention. Denver, their Siberian Husky mix is often asleep at his feet or playing
tug of war with Blake’s husband.

Social Media Links

Blog/Website |
Facebook | Twitter

Giveaway

Enter the Rafflecopter
Giveaway for a chance to win

one of 5 ebook copies of
Melody of the Snow

RELEASE BLITZ: “Lich Reaper’s Lament” by Jessamyn Kingley.

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 10, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Lich Reaper’s
Lament (D’Vaire, Book 33)

Author and Publisher:
Jessamyn Kingley

Cover Artist: LJ Anderson of
Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: December 8,
2022

Genres: MM Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tropes: Fated mates

Themes: Love, confronting the past

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 122 568
words

It is not a standalone story
but does not end on a cliffhanger.

Goodreads Series Link

Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US | Amazon UK

A sorrowful reaper with
a heart encased in ice.

A lonely rock star who
walked away from everything.

What chance do they
have at love?

Blurb

Ripped apart by life, Lich Reaper Grymington Daray is
drowning in sorrow. Each day, he strives to find the people responsible for killing his best

friend, and he wishes his own existence had more meaning. The last thing on Grymington’s
mind is finding the other half of his soul. While a loving family surrounds him, the coldness
growing in his heart keeps him separated from joy.

Decades ago, Devlin Nero ran away from the world. Being a
rock star was everything Devlin wanted, but it turned into a nightmare. Now, the enchanter-
human hybrid is living alone and surrounded by nothing but fading memories. Desperate for
happiness, Devlin makes his way to the Council of Sorcery and Shifters and winds up at a
sanctuary designed for freaks like him.

On a fateful day, Grymington and Devlin discover they are
mates. Sparks fly, and the two men venture forth to honor Fate’s choice for them. However,
Grymington is too lost and much too fearful to allow Devlin near his tattered soul. Devlin
wants love, but the Lich Reaper may not be able to offer it. If their confusing relationship
isn’t enough, they have pasts to reconcile, and the future will not wait. It will be up to
Grymington and Devlin to discover if they have a matebond worth saving.

Excerpt

“You still play and sing?” Grymington asked.

“Every day. Music is me, and I love composing words,
writing melodies, and crafting beautiful songs. But trust me…I don’t deserve to be standing
on a stage to cheers while I belt out a tune. My decision to leave my career wasn’t fair, and I
hurt people, including someone I loved. It ruined everything she worked for, and I still lack
the courage to do anything about it. That’s probably not the best thing to tell the person
you’re hoping to build a matebond with, but I’ve learned the value of honesty, and I won’t lie
to you about the kind of person I was or am.”

“I wasn’t resurrected yet in 1998 when you left, but I’m
going to download your music after I get home.”

“You’ll have to let me know what you think.”

“I will. I guess you don’t miss it,” Grymington said. His dog
ventured over to lie across his sneakered feet.

“Who wouldn’t miss having fans? I enjoyed that part, but
I’m good without having any of the rest of it in my life.”

“If you’re not a rock star, what are you going to do now that
you don’t have to hide?” Grymington asked.

Devlin shrugged. “I haven’t figured that out yet. I haven’t
been a D’Vaire that long, and now I have a matebond to focus on. I’m in no rush to decide
anything. Taking things a day at a time is far less intimidating than trying to structure my
entire life.”

“I do that too,” Grymington confided softly. “It is definitely
easier if I focus on a single day at a time.”

“I hope it’s one of many things we find we have in
common.”

They fell silent again, and Devlin studied the sexy man
sitting several feet away. There was something about Grymington’s pert nose and his perfect
heart-shaped mouth that brought out a visceral reaction from Devlin. Cute men had always
been his downfall, and Grymington had no match. The desire to taste Grymington was so
intense, Devlin went with instinct, though he acknowledged he was probably being led by
his dick.

“I’d love to kiss you,” Devlin murmured.

Grymington’s pale citrine-colored gaze widened for a
second, then a rush of euphoria rushed through Devlin as the reaper scooted closer to him.

“I haven’t been kissed before,” Grymington offered
apologetically.

The grin Devlin gave him was wolfish. “I know.”

Because he had to touch those messy curls, Devlin lifted a
hand and tangled his fingers in the soft blond twists. Grymington titled his head so their eyes
met fully, and Devlin swore the faint smell of lilies bewitched him.

Since he was worried that the spell could break at any
moment, Devlin leaned forward and pressed his lips to Grymington’s. The reaper lacked
experience, but Grymington had initiative. Grymington’s mouth parted, and Devlin wasn’t
foolish enough to ignore the invitation. Their tongues touched, and Devlin nearly
moaned.

His scent was elusive, but Grymington’s taste was
intoxicating. The way Grymington copied each thing Devlin did was a lovely reminder of his
innocence. It brought out a tender side of Devlin he hadn’t known existed as he carefully
explored Grymington. Devlin rested his free hand on Grymington’s waist and stifled the urge
to crush the reaper in his arms.

Ever so gently, Devlin coaxed Grymington into tipping his
head slightly, and it took their kiss to an entirely new level. With nothing but the simplest of
touches, Devlin grew hard, yet he was in no rush to devour Grymington. It would be an insult
not to savor him, and Devlin refused to squander such an opportunity.

Instead, Devlin used his many years of practice to please
Grymington. Devlin teased, tormented, and nibbled Grymington’s lips. When he finally lifted
his head, Devlin was outrageously pleased by the desire swimming in Grymington’s
gaze.

“You’re a beautiful kisser, Grym,” Devlin murmured.

“Thank you, so are you,” Grymington replied. “I’d like to kiss
you again.”

Since only a fool would tell Grymington no, Devlin smiled at
him and dove in for another taste.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in
Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she
dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in
love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute
favorite.

Jessamyn is married and
working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent
of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and
gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is
only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

Visit her website

Join her Facebook group, Jessamyn’s Ruffian’s

RELEASE BLITZ: “Pretty Policeman” by Fifer Rose. $20.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 6, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Pretty
Policeman

Author and Publisher: Fifer
Rose

Cover Artist: Pretty Indie:
Book Cover Designs

Release Date: December 1,
2022

Genre: M/M Mafia/Billionaire Romance

Tropes: Mistaken identity, forbidden love, sugar daddy kink

Themes: Dark themes, but taken fairly lightly and sprinkled with rom-com
elements, professional/personal integrity vs. love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 128 000
words

It is the beginning of a series,
but can be read as a standalone. It does not end on
a cliffhanger.

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US |
Amazon UK

Getting involved with a
mafia don was a horrible idea. Falling in love with one was worse.

Blurb

Detective Micah Hart wasn’t sure when his fairly safe,
predictable life became something more closely resembling a dumpster fire.

But if he had to pinpoint an exact moment, he would say it
was the first time he went undercover as a prostitute in an attempt to bait the notorious
serial killer that was stalking New York City’s streets – the media-dubbed Hooker

Hunter.

It’s when Damon Romano plows into his life, with his fierce
protective energy, and those thick thighs, and the bluest pair of eyes Micah has ever seen.

If only he wasn’t also a temperamental mafioso in charge of
running one of the city’s largest criminal empires.

Damon fixates on Micah, obsessing over feeding him and
making sure he always has a coat. He spoils him rotten with gifts and insists on taking Micah
on as his personal escort – a “boyfriend” to get his nagging sisters off his back.

It’s weirdly sweet, and Micah doesn’t know how he’s
become a soft spot in the ruthless man’s otherwise hardened exterior, but it would be a lie
to say he didn’t want even more: a
real relationship with Damon.

There was just one teensy, tiny problem with that.

Despite what Damon thinks, Micah isn’t actually a prostitute.
He’s a cop for the NYPD.

Pretty Policeman is an M/M billionaire mafia romance, sprinkled liberally with rom-
com elements, served with a side helping of sugar daddy kink and mistaken identity trope.

Excerpt

“Quit staring.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, you are, honey, and I don’t blame you. Those
shoulders go on for dayzzz.”

“I feel like you said that with a ‘z’. Possibly multiple of
them.”

“Oh, I did, sweet pea. And that ass. I have one word for it:
yum.”

“You literally sound like you’re drooling. Are you sure you’re
not the one who’s been staring, Tessa?”

“Of course, I have been!” She didn’t sound the least bit
ashamed about it either. “Look at that gorgeous specimen of a man. If he’s not the offspring
of some Greek god’s bastard, I will chop off my right tit.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Even as he pretended to gag over his partner’s declaration,
however, Micah found his gaze – and attention – drifting back to the man they were
discussing: the supposed descendent of a Greek god.

He was tall, at least a couple of inches past six feet, and the
suit jacket he was wearing clung to the expanse of his impressively broad shoulders. Said
shoulders tapered off to form a trim waist, under which matching pinstripe pants gripped
onto thick thighs – which Micah hadn’t known he had a thing for until now.

Seriously, even from a distance, Micah knew those things
had to be ripped. The man’s entire body looked rock-solid. Micah couldn’t quite make out
any facial features, but if there was any justice in the world, the man must have had the
epitome of a butter-face.

Still, Micah could probably look past it, considering, as
Tessa had so eloquently put it: “that ass”.

“Micah,” Tessa hissed into his earpiece. (Speak of the devil.)
“I said to quit. You’re not even trying to hide your ogling now.”

“You also said to look,” he couldn’t help but point out, but
he obediently dropped his gaze to the ground, anyway. He was wearing a pair of shabby red
Converse. There were holes on the top of the right one where his toes threatened to peek
out, and the left had a loose outsole that liked to flap when he walked.

Not exactly his usual style, but it wasn’t like Micah had
picked them out himself. In fact, he hadn’t picked out any part of his current ensemble.

“I meant metaphorically. You’re in the middle of an
undercover operation. You can’t let yourself be distracted by every hottie that walks by; you
need to keep your wits about you.”

Okay, first of all, that wasn’t just any hottie. Secondly-

“You’re my handler,” he pointed out. “You need to keep
your wits about you.”

“Oh, you don’t worry about my wits, honey. I’m not the one
that’s thirsting after some babelicious stranger, completely ignoring the potential john
coming in at three o’clock.”

Micah tensed, subtly peeking in the direction she’d
indicated.

Tessa was right.

A man dressed in a cheap suit was quickly approaching, the
graying hair near his temples and the deep-set wrinkles of his brow indicating he was
probably in his late forties or early fifties. His uneven gait and the stumble in his step meant
he was probably drunk.

Micah tried not to grimace as the man got closer and he
spotted the wedding band on his finger. The guy didn’t really fit the profile they’d come up
with for their perp – he was too old and looked to be married to boot.

Most likely, he was just another asshole going through a
midlife crisis – not the serial killer going around killing male prostitutes they were searching
for.

Micah voiced his thoughts aloud, muttering lowly into the
mic hidden in his shirt – if the obscene, canary yellow crop top he was wearing could even
be considered a shirt. “I doubt he’s our guy, Tess. Too sloppy.”

“Probably not,” the woman agreed, “but you never know.
You of all people should know that looks can be deceiving. Let him pick you up. If nothing
else, you’ll be able to arrest him for solicitation.”

Resigning himself to do as she suggested, Micah let himself
sink into the brick wall he was lounging against near the mouth of an alley. He winced as the
brick scratched against his exposed lower back where his shirt didn’t quite cover the skin,
but he forced himself to school his expression as the man moved closer.

Honestly, he hadn’t expected to be picked up within the
first fifteen minutes of his shift.

“How much?”

Apparently, Mr. Midlife Crisis wasn’t one for small talk.
Which was unfortunate because Micah needed him to actually say the words. “How much
for what?” he asked.

“Don’t be coy, you little tart.” Micah fought the urge to
wrinkle his nose when the man took another step forward and the stench of alcohol hit him
straight in the face.

He wasn’t intimidated – or, at least, that was what he told
himself when arms braced themselves on either side of his head, effectively trapping Micah
against the brick wall. Sure, he didn’t have his Glock, but Tessa was watching out for him.
Not to mention the fact that he was well-versed in hand-to-hand if worse came to worst.

“$100,” Micah said, knowing he was highballing the man
even before his bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief.

“$100?” he repeated, scoffing. “For a loose hole like yours?
I’ll give you $50 if you can even make me bust my nut.”

This. douchebag.

Micah had planned on just wrangling the man’s hands
behind his back and arresting him as soon as he’d said enough to incriminate himself, but
now he was pissed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were asking after my mouth,”
he retorted. “If you want a piece of the filet mignon, the going rate’s 300 bucks.”

He heard Tessa sigh into his earpiece, and judging by the
dull thud that followed, could perfectly picture her banging her head against the steering
wheel of the undercover van she was parked in across the street.

“300 bucks?” Mr. Midlife Crisis sneered. “Who do you think
you are? Sluts like you are hardly worth the time it takes for you to get me off.”

“You’re the one who approached me, buddy,” Micah
reminded him. “Must be worth something.”

Admittedly, he wasn’t expecting for the guy to take him by
the hair, backpedal him into the alley, and smash his head against the wall. The hit wasn’t
hard enough to make his ears ring, but Micah’s eyes watered involuntarily when the man’s
grip on his hair tightened, and he leaned his face into his personal space. “How about this,
you little bitch? Since your ass is apparently off limits, why don’t you get on your knees so I
can show you how you ought to be treating your customers with that smart mouth?
Consider it a free lesson. If you manage to bring me to finish, I’ll even think about leaving a
tip.”

Alright, play time was over.

This guy was more than just your typical drunkard looking
to pick up a hooker – he clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass whether Micah was willing to blow him
or not, he was going to make him. The fact that there were real people out there working
the streets and being treated this way – probably pretty regularly – made anger burn hot in
Micah’s gut. He was about to elbow the asshole in the throat and force him to his knees so
he could slap the zip ties he had hidden on his person for just this reason around his wrists
when Mr. Midlife Crisis was abruptly pulled off of him-

“Get your fucking hands off him!”

-and punched in the face by the man he and Tessa had
been ogling but five minutes earlier.

Micah watched, taken aback, as the Greek god lookalike
pulled back his fist and pummeled the man again. And again. His assaulter fell back onto his
ass after the third hit. He scrambled backward awkwardly, attempting to shield his bloody
face from more attacks while simultaneously doing the crab walk.

Micah may have laughed if he weren’t so stunned.

About the Author

Fifer Rose is a happily married
mother of four human children and two very spoiled cats.

When she is not wiping
snotty noses or being bullied into feeding her cats (again?!), she can be found obsessing
over M/M romance. She loves all the tropes, some of her favorite being enemies to lovers,
hurt/comfort, sugar daddy, and mistaken identity. She also has a penchant for A/B/O
dynamics.

While Fifer is a sucker for
angst, a happily-ever-after is a MUST in all she reads and writes.

Unrelated hobbies include
baking, attempting to golf (for her husband’s sake), and daydreaming about traveling.
(No actual traveling because did you see the part about four kids?)

Social Media Links

Facebook Group | Facebook Profile | Newsletter Sign-up

Giveaway

Enter the Rafflecopter
Giveaway for a chance to win

a $20 Amazon gift
card.

RELEASE BLITZ: “Two Soldiers for Christmas” by Aurora Crane. Rafflecopter Giveaway Included!

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 4, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Two Soldiers
for Christmas

Author and Publisher: Aurora
Crane

Cover Artist: Cormar
Covers

Release Date:
November 25, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M/M Romance

Tropes: Brother’s best friends, established couple adding a
third

Themes: Christmas in Australia, pining

Heat Rating: 3
flames

Length: approx. 28 000
words

It is loosely connected to
another series with cameos, but can be read alone.

It ends with a satisfying
HFN

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Can Avery open his
heart to two soldiers this Christmas?

Blurb

Can Avery open his heart to two soldiers this
Christmas?

Felix Hawkins and Zach Walsh fell in love with each
other when they were fourteen—and with their best friend’s little brother when they were
twenty-three. But at that point, Avery was barely an adult, still wearing hearts in his eyes
when he looked at them. Felix was determined that they should wait so that Avery could
come to them on even footing, as an adult fully grown and with a clear head. Zach wasn’t
sure he could be that patient, but for Felix, and for Avery, he would do anything. So they’ve
held out for what feels like forever—and they know what they want for Christmas this
year!

Avery McKenna might have crushed on his
brother’s best friends once upon a time, but that’s over with now… right? He’s focused on
his career, and while his job might not be keeping him warm at night, it’s summer in Sydney;
he doesn’t need any extra warmth. Felix and Zach and their charming… everything, can waltz
right back out the door because he doesn’t want anything to do with whatever game they’re
playing with him. It has to be a game, right? Earth-shattering kisses aside, why would they
ever want him for keeps?

Is the beautiful picture they might paint together
worth the risk of it all going wrong? Avery has never been a gambler, but he might finally be
ready to take a chance on the best Christmas present he’s ever received.

Two Soldiers for Christmas is a roughly 28,000-
word MMM older brother’s best friends Christmas novella featuring an established couple
adding a third, Christmas shenanigans, and a satisfying HFN ending.

Excerpt

If Zach hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, this
would have been the moment. The point in a rom-com movie where everything slows down
as that realisation kicks in. Except there were no oh fuck feelings to accompany it. It
wasn’t a surprising feeling for him. Zach welcomed it.

“What are you—?” Avery said, his eyes widening in horror.
They widened further when he looked down at himself. “Oh my god.”

He slammed the door in their faces.

Felix chuckled. “Think he forgot we were coming?”

Something crashed loudly inside and Zach instantly shoved
his bags at Felix and rushed through the—thankfully unlocked—door. If it hadn’t been, he
would have put his boot through it.

Avery was standing next to a small scaffolding set up, the
floor surrounding it covered in white sheets, and dozens of tins of paint in different sizes.
There were about six jars of murky water and paintbrushes and a few rollers, along with an
iPod speaker dock that had splashes of paint all over it. An iPod that Zach was pretty sure
was older than Avery was sitting in it, low Christmas music playing.

The only part of the situation that didn’t fit was the paint
tin that Avery was holding in his hand, red paint puddled all over the sheets and some of it
leaking onto to the tiling.

Avery stared at him, red paint dripping from his hair.
“Um…”

“Are you all right?” Felix asked. He took the paint tin from
Avery’s hand and checked it over while Zach took Avery’s face in his hands. Zach turned his
head left and right, making sure he hadn’t hurt himself. It looked like all the red was just
paint, but it was best to be sure.

Avery was still staring, wide-eyed, at him. “Yeah—yes? I’m
fine. I just…” He sighed and gestured at the scaffolding with the hand that Felix had just let
go of. “Knocked down the paint tin. It’s going to take me hours to clean this mess up.”

“I think you’re supposed to have a harness on when you’re
up that high,” Felix said, looking over the scaffolding with a slight frown on his face.

“It’s not high,” Avery said.

“Still above regulation height,” Felix said.

“Aren’t you just a walking inspector?” Avery shot back
sarcastically. “It’s fine.”

“What would happen if you did fall?” Felix’s eyes narrowed.
“If you were here alone and hit your head?”

Avery threw his hands up in aggravation. “I guess I would
just die?”

Zach bit back his snarled reaction to those words. He knew
that Avery wasn’t being serious, but it still made him feel like he’d been slammed in the
head by a helicopter rotor. He might not have been a medic, but he knew how quickly a
head injury could turn bad.

He reached out and grabbed one of the scaffolding legs,
and then pushed. It rolled easily under his grip. “You don’t even have the safety on,” he said
flatly.

“So what?”

“So what?” Zach repeated, his voice rising unintentionally.
“So have a little more care for your personal safety.”

“What, you guys are going to suddenly act like you give a
shit about me?” Avery’s hazel eyes were blazing.

“When have we not cared about you?” Felix asked. He
sounded like always did—even and level-headed. But Zach knew him too well. He could hear
the tremor of hurt that Felix was so good at concealing. Hearing it made anger rise in Zach’s
stomach. They didn’t deserve that. They’d never been dismissive of Avery, not once, in all
the years they’d known him.

“I’ve been doing this for years and I’m still here, so go pull
your big brother act on someone else,” Avery said, turning his back dismissively.

Zach whirled him around and trapped him against the
scaffolding, bracing himself with one hand gripping tightly to it. “Big brother act?” he bit out.
“You think that’s what this is?”

Avery’s pulse visibly jumped in his throat. The things that
Zach wanted to do to him, the thoughts he had, weren’t brotherly in any way. He took hold
of Avery’s chin and stroked his thumb across it, just under the alluring curve of his bottom
lip. Avery’s pupils dilated, his lips parting in shock.

Connect with the Author

Facebook | Instagram

Giveaway

Enter the Rafflecopter
Giveaway for a chance to win

one of three copies of a direct-to-Kindle eBook from the author’s backlist
(including this release).

RELEASE BLITZ: “Life is Right Here” by Magdalena Di Sotru & Sophia Soames.

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 2, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Life is Right
Here

Authors and Publishers:
Sophia Soames and Magdalena di Sotru

Cover Artist: Sophia
Soames

Release Date: December 1,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Co-dependency, Found family

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 65 000
words

It is book two (of two) in the
Life is Good series. The books must be read in order.

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Book 2 |
Book 1

“And here you are,” he
said softly.

“Like you knew I would
be.”

We sounded like a bad
pop song from our youth. Or an even worse one from the present.

Blurb

“We’re going to have a brilliant Christmas, Andreas. Just like
it was ten years ago, all of us together,” Vati said, placing steaming cups of coffee in front of
us. “We’re just pointing out that you and Fredrik always had something special, and you
haven’t seen each other for years. It will be lovely for you to reconnect.”

“Reconnecting is fine. We can discuss college life versus
German nursing schools, drink Jägerbombs and watch weird Norwegian shit on TV.
Christmas will be thrilling.”

“Andreas…” Vati warned as Lottie burst into giggles.

“You adore Fredrik. Still. I can see it in your eyes. You go all
panic-stricken and weird when we even mention Freee—”

“Fredrik has a girlfriend in America. Maria hates my guts.
Frank and Thomas will whip my butt for not visiting over summer, and anyway, I have to buy
them a big present to bribe them to even talk to me.”

Vati smiled. “Frank and Thomas love you like a son, and
they will just hug the shit out of you as usual.”

“Alongside Maria’s boyfriend, and Fredrik’s girlfriend. It will
be a delightful group hug.” I snarled.

“Fredrik’s girlfriend isn’t coming. I told you that,” Vati said
sternly. He was pissed off with me already, and we hadn’t even had breakfast.

“Whatever.” I huffed.

Awkward
was the word I was looking for. This whole thing was going to be super awkward. Because
they always were. And Fredrik? My world used to spin around the strange, blonde boy who
was my best friend for a few years. He lit up my life. Then he fucked off. Well, he fucked off
because I told him to. I was stupid and scared. I think he was too.

Awkward.
That wasn’t even the start of what this Christmas was going to be like.

Authors’ Note:

Life is Right Here was intended to be a one-chapter Christmas epilogue to Life is Good and Other Lies.

This book is still that, an epilogue, and should be read
after Life is Good and Other Lies to make sense. We hope that it will bring everything full circle
and that you will enjoy, once again, following this family to their final HEA.

Trigger warnings:

Terminal and life-threatening illness. Bipolar disorder. Talk of
suicide and the fear of this. Far too many sugar-
laden Christmas foods.

This book has an HEA.

Excerpt

I’d tried. I really had tried. My dads had been
together since they were in their twenties, a lifetime. We all knew the story about how
they’d met and found love and lost and found and lost and found and then never lost again.
It was like a fairy tale, like one of Frank’s favourite movies, even if Thomas kept teasing him
that their meet-cute wasn’t actually an epic love story of any sort. He always said it had been
fate. Thing was, I’d always wanted that for myself, and I’d thought Andreas had been the
one, back when we were teenagers. But then he wasn’t, and I didn’t know what I’d done
wrong or why anything had happened in the first place.

My flights home to Oslo this time were chaotic and stressful
with too many people going somewhere for Christmas. I’d managed to wrap myself into my
own bubble of blankets and cheap pillows and dozed over Canada, then watched the ice
over Greenland in wide-eyed, jet-lagged wonder. I’d barely registered landing in Paris before
rushing through CDG, a mishmash of then-futuristic architecture from the last century and
modern, energy-saving solutions that made me dizzy. I barely caught my flight and dozed off
again the second I hit my seat. I felt calmer now; home was getting closer. If it was still home, I
thought before my brain shut off.

“Fredrik!” My dad’s arms were long and warm around me
outside customs. I dropped my bag and backpack on the floor. My eyes were wet; my god,
how much I had missed him. I leant into his chest and sniffed in the familiar smell of his
shampoo and aftershave, the detergent we used at home, his stubble scratching my cheek,
his hair tickling my lips. I breathed him for who knew how long. Seconds, minutes, I didn’t
care.

I was finally home again.

About the Authors

Magdalena Di Sotru
is an information security and data protection enthusiast from Norway. She is a mother of
two and wife of one as well as a long-established fanfic writer. Her favourite food is (actually)
salads (without mayo), her favourite guilty pleasure is fresh bakery goods (and that explains
why everyone would think the salad was a lie). She knows her way around knitting, lock
picking and skydiving (all at about equal skill levels – go figure). Life is Good and Other lies
was her first novel.

Sophia Soames
should be old enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to
fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to
remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.

Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The dogs are too.

She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in her native Scandinavia.

Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.

Social Media Links

Link Tree |
Newsletter Sign-up | TikTok | Facebook readers group

RELEASE BLITZ: “Irish Charm” by C F White.

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:December 1, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3)

Author and Publisher: C F
White

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin
(KAM Design)

Release Date: November 28,
2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Opposites Attract

Themes: Second Chance, Forced Proximity

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 64 250 words/260
pages

It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.

Buy Links –
Available in Kindle Unlimited

Instagram | Newsletter Sign-up

Can a bit of Irish charm rescue an injured soldier from his
wrenching heartache?

Blurb

Injured ex-soldier, Kane Taylor, has lost everything—the job
he loves, the use of his trigger hand, and the love of his life. Moving to remote Donegal in
Ireland to fix those lost links with his deceased partner’s ancestors is the only thing keeping

his memories alive.

Publican Declan McCafferty has everything—a job
he loves, a community he adores and a revolving door of lovers. But when he sets eyes on
the new sexy, brooding regular customer at his pub staring solemnly into his Guinness night
after night, Declan realises he needs one more thing—him.

Kane isn’t ready to give himself to another man,
but the charismatic and charming publican is hard to resist. Can a fling be such a bad
thing?
It is when Declan discovers Kane is the only man in
his life he’s not willing to let go.

Irish Charm (Flying into Love #3) is a
contemporary hurt/comfort, opposites attract, second chance MM romance featuring an ex-
military alpha male recovering from heartache and a cheeky Irish publican allergic to
commitment.

Excerpt

“What you grinning for?” Ciara was at his office door, nose
scrunched.

Declan composed the returning message, then clicked off
the phone and dropped it on his desk.

“You’ll get an extra hundred in your pay this month. Euan
coughed up.”

“You got that tight arse to pay? How did you do
that?”

“My obvious charm.”

“Did you deny him his drink?”

“Aye.”

Ciara snorted.

“You’re still okay to stay until closing tonight? Paddy’ll be
with you, so you won’t be alone to lock up.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

Ciara’s dubious grin had Declan’s brow furrowing. “You
might reconsider that.”

Declan stood, smoothing down his shirt. “Doubt that.” He
did. He needed to get laid. However it came. “Does this shirt make me look—”

“Old?”

“Publican?”

“Aye.”

“Oh.”

“Cause y’are.”

“I know, but sometimes I like to hide that fact.” He
unbuttoned the shirt, ruffling it out from his jeans and flapped it off his arms.

“What vocation you going for?”

“Model? Actor? Front man of a boy band.”

Ciara cracked out a laugh. “Only way you’ll pass for that is if
you serve the bloke your lock, stock and barrels, getting him so bollocksed he can’t see.”

“You’re good for the soul, y’know, Ciara.”

Ciara curtseyed. “You’re welcome. You still won’t go out
though.”

Declan shot a confused look over his shoulder as he
rummaged around in his office wardrobe. He kept spare clothes down here for those times
he needed a quick change rather than having to venture up three flights of stairs. Mostly it
was shirts for when he’d been drenched with beer. Or the occasional jacket for when he had
the brewers in. Or a jumper for when he needed to head into the cellar at night. But, right at
the back, were a few go-tos for last minute dates. He yanked a T-shirt off a hanger and
checked it over. Least it didn’t spell middle-aged owner of a centuries-old pub. It was tight.
Might as well be a base layer. Perhaps it was. He wriggled into it. Thank Mary he still had a
decent body. He turned to Ciara and smoothed down the creases, tucking the tee into his
waistband.

“This?”

“Aye, you could pass for one of the fellas from Boyzone. The
oldest one.”

“Grand.” Declan ruffled his curls.

“You still won’t go out though.”

“Why not?”

Ciara smirked, then angled her head for Declan to follow
her. He tutted. If it was Jacob, he’d call the Garda. Or his daughter. He’d put the fella in a
home himself. Because nothing was going to prevent him getting laid tonight. He needed rid
of the loitering scent of Rowan, and to work off the lingering fantasy of a certain army
captain.

Ciara led Declan from his back office, through the inn’s
reception and into the main bar. Irish folk played on a loop for the few customers chatting
into their drinks and finishing off the special of steak and ale pie with greens. Ciara stopped,
folded her arms and nodded toward one of the tables.

Declan regretted his choice of top as it restricted his lungs
expanding.

In an exact recreation of the previous night, Captain Kane
Taylor stared forlornly into a pint of Guinness. Declan doubted a single drop had passed his
lips and it wouldn’t be anything to do with how Shane had poured it. A shadow of a
man—hunched and childlike—there was too much and nothing at all going on behind sad
eyes. Declan’s desire to go to him wrenched hard. Harder than his need to release his pent-
up load into a stranger.

Ignoring Ciara’s triumphant “told ye so”, he went to him
and slipped into the seat opposite.

“Howaya?”

Kane met his gaze, eyes dreary and empty yet filled with
need. With hope. With longing. He dug deep into his jeans pocket, fished out a coin and slid
it across the table.

Declan tilted his head. “Don’t usually accept British
currency. I’ll make an exception for you though.” He picked up the two pound coin and
tossed it into the air, catching it in his fist. “You want change, it’ll have to be in cents.”

“No need for change. I have a lot of thoughts to pay
for.”

Declan’s lips curved into a benevolent smile. Ciara had been
right. With thoughts of nothing but this man, Declan wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bottle of Jameson’s, Ciara,” he called over to the bar. “Two
glasses.” He then wrapped his hand around Kane’s pint and dragged it toward him. “I take it
you’re not going to drink this?”

“No. As much as I want to.”

“I hope, one day, that I can drink it.”

“That day not today?”

“That day isn’t today.”

Declan held up the glass in salute. “Then I’ll take one for
your team.” He drank the lot, dumping the empty onto the beer mat, and wiped the froth
from his lips. “Can’t waste the best poured pint outside Dublin.”

About the Author

Brought up in a relatively
small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do
and fail—leave.

Studying at a West London
university, she realised there was a whole city out there waiting to be discovered, so, much
like Dick Whittington before her, she never made it back home and still endlessly search for
the streets paved with gold, slowly coming to the realisation they’re mostly paved with
chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where
the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead
of staring at them vacantly whilst holding a polystyrene cup of watered-down
coffee.

Eventually she moved West to
East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit
of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a
life, a home and a family.

After her second son was
born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and it brought pen back to and paper
after having written stories as a child but never had the confidence to show them to the
world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, C F White can’t stop.

So strap in, it’s going to be a
bumpy ride.

Author Links

Twitter @CFWhiteUK | Facebook | Blog

Giveaway

Enter the Rafflecopter
Giveaway for a chance to win

an ebook and audio
code of French Kiss (Flying into Love #1).

RELEASE BLITZ: “Awakened Desires” by Colette Davison. $10.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!

Post author:Eric Huffbind
Post published:November 27, 2022
Post category:Gay Book Promotions Kindle Unlimited New Release
Post comments:0 Comments

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Awakened
Desires (My Kinky Housemate Book 5)

Author and Publisher: Colette
Davison

Cover Artist: Designs by
Jo

Release Date: November 23, 2022

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: friends to lovers, slow burn, first-time dad, bi-sexual awakening,
kink

Heat Rating: 3 flames

Length: 78 000
words

It can be read as a
standalone, but is better read as part of the My
Kinky Housemate series.

It does not end on a
cliffhanger.

Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

Blog/Website | Facebook Page | Facebook Group: Colette’s
Cosy Corner

Will reconnecting with
my childhood best friend awaken desires?

Blurb

Seventeen years ago, my life fell apart. By attempting to
protect me, my best friend, Rory, accidentally tore us apart. After being in a dark place, I’m
getting my life back on track.

A surprising summons to London threatens to throw my life
into disarray once more. It’s probably the worst time to reach out to Rory, yet rekindling our
friendship could lead to something new. Something stronger.

Rory and his kinky housemates welcome me and open my
eyes to things I never thought I’d be interested in. When my life gets more complicated, Rory
is there to help. The closer we get, the more I realise I want more than friendship. Will past
trauma stop me from having what—or who—I want now?

Awakened Desires is a friends-to-lovers, slow-burn romance with a first-time dad, a bi-sexual awakening,
several first experiences, some hurt/comfort, and sensory play. It’s the fifth book in the
My Kinky Housemate series. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s better to read it as
part of the series.

Trigger warning: One of the main characters is an
alcoholic who has been sober for some time and was a victim of abuse in their
youth.

Excerpt

“Rory.”

He freezes.

“Would you sit?”

He nods slowly and then sits. I can see the tension in his
shoulders and jaws.

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

Rory stares past me, his expression unreadable.

“Clear the air,” I say. “Get everything we couldn’t say as kids off
our chests.”

He finally makes eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Betraying your trust. Telling your secret to the Garda. I
just“—he clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, and shakes his head—“I couldn’t let
him keep hurting you.”

“I know. I’m not angry about that, Rory. I’ve never been angry
about what you did.”

“You left without a word. You never called or wrote. I
thought—”

“Mam and Dad convinced me I needed to put everything
behind me. They thought it was the only way I’d heal.” I let out a bitter laugh. “If only. But
that’s in the past now. It’s all in the past. Things are better. I’m okay.” I reach across the table
and squeeze his hand. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for what you did.” I manage to smile. “I
hope you left some deep gouges in that bastard’s car when you keyed it.”

“Three.” Rory’s smile is watery. “They were deep and
long.”

“Good.” I take my hand away from his. “This is weird.”

He nods. “Are you really okay, Cal?”

God. It’s been so long since anyone has called me that. It was
always Rory’s nickname for me. It was what he called me before he could say my name
properly, and then it stuck. I’ve never asked or wanted anyone else to call me Cal. A knot of
emotion makes it hard to breathe. I clear my throat to dislodge it so I can answer his
question.

“I am now. It took a long time.”

About the Author

Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she
met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually
led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England
with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.

Social Media Links

BookBub | Twitter |
Goodreads | Instagram:
@colettedavison

Mailing List | Newsletter Sign-Up

Giveaway

Enter the Rafflecopter for a
chance to win

a $10 Amazon gift
card